“That’s not true,” he objected.
She gave him a look.
He grinned sheepishly. “Okay, maybe a little. But only because you make me so damn hot for you. I just want to devour you every time.”
“Mmm,” she purred, curving her arms around his neck. “The feeling’s definitely mutual.”
Remy lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. Her warm breath fanned across his face as he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He licked the insides of her cheeks, making her moan softly with pleasure. As she twined her tongue around his, blood rushed into his dick, hardening him at once.
Zandra smiled against his mouth. “Looks like someone’s ready for the next round.”
“Hmm.” Remy licked the seam of her lips. “I think that’s a safe assumption.”
“Good. Because I’m ready to go for a ride.”
With that, Zandra pushed Remy onto his back and straddled him, her juices bathing his shaft as she ground slowly against him.
He groaned, his eyes glazed with desire as he stared up at her. She was so damn beautiful, he could have come just from looking at her.
Holding his gaze, she provocatively raised her hips above his jutting erection, then lowered herself and cried out as his cock sank deep into her wetness.
His hands went around her waist, but he didn’t begin thrusting into her. He’d let her set the pace. Let her ride him with that hot, beautiful * of hers.
“Ohh,” she moaned, exulting in the feel of him embedded deep inside her.
His mind was blown by the sight of her, head arched back, eyes closed, voluptuous breasts thrust forward. She looked like a work of art. Powerfully feminine, fiercely erotic.
She began to move on him, her * clenching around his shaft, gripping him in that way only she could do.
Heart knocking against his ribs, he watched her face as she fucked him slowly and tantalizingly. He memorized the flutter of her black lashes, the delicate flaring of her nostrils, the flush that heated her cheeks, the way she bit her luscious lip in ecstasy.
He savored every sigh of hers, every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name.
And with every grinding motion of her glorious hips, she drove him closer to orgasm. Closer to paradise.
He ran his hands up and down the silky curve of her back as she rode him. He met each of her thrusts, gave them back to her. As the pressure mounted, his cock pulsed and swelled.
And then he was coming, exploding inside her at the same time that she went liquid around him, her inner muscles contracting.
They came together, long and hard, for what seemed like hours.
It was breathtakingly intense. A spiritual bonding.
When it was over she fell forward onto his chest, gasping and shivering.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, unleashing years of pent-up emotion and longing upon her mouth. He kissed her until she was breathless and trembling, until she had to draw back and gasp for air.
Framing her face between his hands, he gazed deep into her eyes and whispered fiercely, “I love you.”
Her eyes softened with tears. “I love you, too, Remy.”
He stared up at her, afraid to believe he’d heard wrong.
So she repeated herself. “I love you.”
His heart soared.
“Zandra,” he said, his voice husky with emotion, “you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that.”
Surprise flickered in her eyes. “Really?”
“Really.” He swallowed tightly. “I’ve been in love with you for...a long time.”
She gazed wonderingly at him. “How long?”
“Very long.”
A smile quivered on her lips. “That’s...funny.”
“Why?”
“Because I think I’ve been in love with you for a pretty long time myself.”
“Really?” he whispered.
She nodded slowly. “Really.”
They stared at each other.